Some people call me Morris, but you can call me Al.
I made millions in Biltong in the 80’s, but lost it all in Swedish copper in the 90s. These days I operate as a soldier of fortune, when the odds are against you and if you can find me.
I enjoy downhill unicycling, extreme ironing, and owl stretching. (Not at the same time, that would be silly). I own a vast collection of spoons, including a rare medieval spurtle.
I used to bullsye womprats in my T16 back home. I qualified for the British triple-jump team in the Seoul Olympics, but had to withdraw due to a complicated earlobe injury. I don’t like to talk about it.
I told Bill Gates that he’d need more than 640k, but he wouldn’t listen. I once gave acting tips to Ron Jeremy, during my time as a stunt double. I’m qualified to pilot passenger aircraft. I’ve never owned a trampoline.
Some say I’m the Stig. The truth is that I simply fill in for the Stig on the difficult bits.
I’m not deaf, dumb or blind, but I sure play a mean pinball.
One of the above statements may be true.